I’m amazed they don’t have one of those labels stuck to my forehead but all they have on me is the little plastic wristband.Most of the patients h...ave their own clothing that their family takes home to wash and they keep little piles of clothes in the cupboard in their room so they can decide what to wear each day but the hospital does my laundry because I’m a ward of the state and I don’t have a family to do that stuff for me.There’s no point fussing about what I should wear each day because. It was the beginning of something new for me. I was having sexual fantasies, and I was developing a desire to fulfill them. I had always looked at men as a means of satisfying some emotional need. I wanted them to like me, and somehow thereby validate my worth. Now I was beginning to see men in a different light, more as a means of satisfying my physical desires with a lot less emotional baggage. I didn’t necessarily want them to like me. I wanted them to desire me. I wanted to turn them on,. I tried going slow and easy, so Tammy would cum before me but the excitement of being back inside my wife was too much. With a loud grunt, I filled her pussy.“Now I’m sorry, I wanted you to cum before I did.”“One step at a time, that was wonderful. The doctor said it will only get better.” Tammy curled up with me kissing me till we fell asleep.The following day Tammy told me how great it was to make love again. With a sly grin, she told me she was really looking forward to the weekend.I was. Instinctively his right hand reached down and choked it. He rubbed his hard shaft a few times, images of Rachel filling his head, her big tits, her blond hair framing her face, her sexy blue eyes looking into his while his cock was in her mouth. Her wet, pink fleshy hairless cunt. That smooth bald place of pleasure. He knew he could cum in seconds if he didn't stop. Kicking the covers off his bed he jumped up.The clock showed 3:30 AM, and he didn't know if he could see her now or not. Sure she.